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Damibiz:
Ok oh,but stop treating my guy jamez badly,he will a nice plan bt u alway kick against it why

. Ok sir. I will dash him one babe

Damibiz:
Chipapii with another one,nice update for madrid fanz them,as for this shape sis,u will be sending her love messeges why i will be doing the rest thank in advance

Lol. I don't know how to write love letters.

Thanks bro

Abeg manage these ones. I dy come

Every morning I wake up, before I turn over in my bed, before I yawn, before I say thank you lord for another day, I call Chinaza and ask her how the baby is kicking. If she would be going for Antenatal or not, I tell ya, this baby and pregnancy ish ain't easy. I seemed to be lucky it was Chinaza. She doesn't want much, just my reassurance and constant phone calls. She would even flash me to call her so she can tell that she felt like the baby was laughing, well, that isn't much, I could cope.

On a very good day, after Chinaza had asked me to slow down on asking her if the baby was about to kick her to death, she asked me to start asking her how she was coping with school and little junior in her stomach. You can hardly tell what them girls want anyways, James walked into my room, scratching the Skin off his genitals. I watched him as he came in, not minding the look on my face.

"Guy, how would you know if you have been infected with all these S.T.Ds?" he asked me. Shaking his boxers and rubbing his dick.
"I don't know, you go to the hospital and check."
"I thought Cynthia gave you one back then, how did you find out?"
"Cynthia gave me what?" I asked.
"Gave you gonorrhea," he replied and sat on my reading desk.
"Noo, shebi I told you she was joking and besides, why you dy ask sef?"
"Na just this girl in my villa, doing the easter holidays. Small girl wey just finish her waec, I no know say she dy her period," he stopped and scratched his head.
"Wetin come happen? You Bleep am?" I asked and he gave me that look that you would give a person you expect to understand a coded signal you gave him.
"So you Bleep am?" I asked and he nodded. I was going to kill him with laughter if not that someone knocked on my door. I said come in. My curtain opened and in came this piece of gorgeousness. I have never met her in my whole life but I swear I was liking her already, she hadn't even spent 5 seconds at my door.

"Hello," she sang out and my body quivered.
"Are you looking for someone?" James asked. I gave him a killer look.
"How can someone be in my room and you are asking her if she is looking for someone? Can't you see she is looking for me."
The damsel smiled and my heart melted.
"Erm sorry, Chinaza said I should meet Chinecherem here," she said and my heart skipped. Why would Naza send a girl like her to my room?. My heart actually skipped, I gave her a confused look with my lower jaw hanging in the air.
"I mean, Chinaza that lives here with her sister," she explained and my brain clicked. I had almost forgotten that shape's name was Chinaza.
"Okay?"
"Yes, she said I should get the key for her room from you."
Well,I shot a look at the key where I kept it on my fridge and decided I wasn't going to let this girl out of my room so easily.

"She didn't give me the key, maybe she forgot," I said and James eyed me like I was the cause of his scratches. Everyone knew that shape gives me her keys each time she is Leaving, just in case her sister comes in unexpectedly. The girl gave a despaired look and I came to the rescue like spider man.
"Well, you can stay here and wait for her, she will soon be back anyways," I offered. She accepted and said she was going to get her things outside. We nodded, James was already poke nosing , so it was the two of us that nodded. The girl left, leaving the sweetest smell I have ever seen behind.

"Guy this one is mine," James whispered and got down from the table.
"You are mad," I replied. He looked very serious and I told him we could share her. He would be sending her love messages while I will be doing the rest. He didn't like the idea and wanted to swap it the other way, like I will he sending the messages and he would be doing the rest, well I didn't like the idea as well.

"Let me change, I'm coming to keep you guys company," he said and moved to the door.
"Guy respect yourself, better stay in your room and continue that scratching."
He laughed his way out of the room.

The chic came back in with her traveling bag and dropped it on my reading table. She soon relaxed on the bed and faced the T.V. Something within me was telling me to go and hold her there but luckily enough, I had the gift of distinguishing between the voice of God and that of the devil.

"So what is your own name?" I asked her and she turned to me.
"Chinecherem," she answered.
"No, I didn't ask you for my name, I mean your own name."
She smiled and revealed her very beautiful dentition.
"My name is Chinecherem."

I nodded and kept quiet. She turned back to the T.v and I turned back to observing her from the back. Her curves were ok, she had the body of my baby, Naza before she got pregnant. She was Chocolate complexioned and I was sure she would taste like one.

"Are you shape's sister?" I asked.
"Eh?"
"Sorry, I mean Chinaza, are you her sister?"
"Yes, she is my cousin."
I nodded and smiled. I can't have Shape but her sister, God help us. She even bears my name. Who feels a connect here? If you do, shout hallelujah.

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My time in that class was wasted between staring at that girl and playing winning eleven on my phone. Her skin was radiating like always and her upper part of the body still helped me tap into the picture of a very massive backside. Even though she was seated, my eyes already knew how downward gifted she was. How wouldn't I know? She was Eva after all. My darling, daring Evangeline. She was still bitter at me though. She actually walked past me and sat 3 rows before me in the crowded lecture hall.

She didn't want to sit with me but she wouldn't like to be out of my sight. Maybe she found out how much of a torment staring at her was to me. I was surrounded by not so coded guys and her seat could accommodate one more skinny person but not without rubbing and scratching the body parts. Well the chair was occupied by mostly girls so the rubbing and Scratching was more than welcomed to me.

30 minutes into the end of the class, I stood up and walked to her seat. She sat before one busty girl at the end of the chair.
"Excuse me," I whispered to the girl. She gave me the kind of look one would give to mad man in fresh designer clothes.
"There is no more chance here," the girl snapped. Eva was already looking at me so turning back was a crime.
"I was here before, ask that girl," I protested, nodding towards Eva. Eva gave me a look that showed she was out rightly going to deny me but looks can be deceiving. She nodded in confirmation to my claim and voila! I was shuffling my body parts between one endowed chic and another busty other. Heaven can't be more wonderful and I am no pervert please.

"I love your hair," I whispered to her and smiled.
"Shhh!!" came the rebuff from my two sides. Eva and the girl. I turned towards the other girl with a look like "What is your own matter?" and faced Eva again.
"Baby," I called softly and she ignored me. I saw a little smile at the other corner of her face tho.
"You are beautiful today," I continued. I wasn't going to stop if she doesn't react. I can't lose my favorite babe just like that. She was too beautiful to give away. She smiled and shook her head, still not looking at me.
"I missed your lips."
This one cracked her up and she switched from a stifled laughter to a faked violent cough when the old lecturer turned his attention to her. I did the mannequin pose, barely blinking. The man let it slide and continued his very boring lecture.

"Respect yourself," she whispered to me. I raised my hand in a pleading style and tried to bring it down but somehow, the other girl's massive jugs had created a barrier. I couldn't possibly bring down my hand without my elbow squeezing them.
I was going to protest before I realized that I was going to like it. So I just went ahead and brought down my hand. I swear that girl's jugs were a bunch of pillows. So soft and it actually flows like liquid.

She wouldn't have seen it as a big deal if I hadn't given her one uncanny look. She stared back and I stared harder. I won the staring match as she looked away.
"Do you mind if I talk to you?" I asked her, stealing a line from August Alsina's verse in "Do you mind". Like most girls would do. She ignored me. I pushed further.
"Well, are you actually learning anything from this class?"
"Yes," she snapped.
"Good, so you will teach me then, this other girl here doesn't like me and you look smart."
She smiled eventually while my eyes were on her cleavage like the discussion were between me and it.
"What's that your name again?" I asked her observing Eva shift uncomfortably.
"Cynthia," she murmured. The second Cynthia I am meeting, I hoped she wasn't as crazy as the first. I also hoped she was endowed like the first, her boobs was satisfactory enough.
I nodded and said Ok. I faced the board for the First time that day.

I soon noticed that she took occasional glances at me. I faced my front. I was determined to give Eva a little torment with the time left.
"What's your own name?" she asked me. I turned and my eyes went automatically to her boobs before meeting her face.
"Chinecherem but you can call me "my love"," I replied with a wink. She smiled. Eva kicked me lightly on my foot, who knew that sophisticated girls could get jealous.

"So when are we taking that lecture?" I asked, ignoring Eva's kick.
"Which lecture?" she asked.
"Our own private lecture, the one going on now."
She smiled and I nodded.

There is this particular guy called muscle in our department. His name is self explanatory. He has everything needed in an ideal guy except a smile. One hardly sees his teeth.
I will tell you a bit about muscle even though it will look like I am digressing but it is very important that I tell you about him.
He was this tall, hulky person, even taller than my father that would often brag about his height. His eyes, well I bet he also has muscles in them and when he talks, it sounds like when God spoke to the Israelites on the mountain. Very thunderous.

So the class ended and Eva couldn't take it anymore. She seized my hand as the girl walked away. Man that girl was just okay. The lower part of her body I found out was exquisite.
"I thought you didn't want to talk to me?" I asked Eva as she held on to me.
"I changed my mind."
"Well, do you have anything for me?" I asked and she nodded with a beautiful smile.
"Well, I am coming, let me get something over there."
She let me go and I started walking towards my new found Cynthia. Somewhere along the line of my going to meet her. Someone beat me to it. He hugged her tightly, covering almost all her body with his huge biceps. I wouldn't want to meet a girl that obviously has something to do with muscle. So I ran back to Eva.
"Did you say you have something for me?" I asked her. She nodded again.
"In my lodge," she said.
"Let's go and get it."
We walked a little distance out of the faculty before someone shouted my name with an angelic voice. I turned and Cynthia was walking towards me.
"That lecture," she started and I smiled.
"My sister here has agreed to teach me," I said and she nodded.

I can run after any guy's girl but not the type of guy with that type of muscle. Something no dy do me for head.


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He removed the earphones from his ear and stared into her room through the window. His eyes first hit the bed and it was empty. He moved his gaze around the room and she wasn't there. Her computer was on and he thought she should be around. He made his way over to the front and knocked on the door. It opened slowly and he stood staring at Genevieve, a plate of cookie in her hand.

"Checked your room and your weren't there," he said and walked in. She shut the door and stood facing him.
"Matt, I told you to stop peeking in through my window every time."
"I thought you didn't mind."
"Well,I do now, just stop."
He shrugged and followed her into her room. He dropped on the bed with a bang and pulled her to his laps.
"Wait, I have to unplug the toaster," she excused herself and ran off for the kitchen. He scavenged the room with his eyes and attention went back to the humming computer at the corner. He got up from the bed and walked to it. Her Facebook messenger was running and he decided to have a look. A message came in at the instant.

"No, got a date already."
He looked at the owner of the message and it was August. He scrolled up the chat, rather furiously and started from the beginning. Apparently, they had been having a minor flirt both offline and definitely online.
"Care to know what I'm wearing now?" she had texted him.
"Well, if it ain't clothes, I wonder what it would be," he had replied.
"Well, I had red panties on but now it's off and I'm naked under."
"Bitch!" Matt muttered under his breath.

It disgusted him that she did more of the chase. August kept it neutral even though he kept the chat alive.
"The Bleep are you doing on my computer?" she yelled, he hadn't noticed her walk into the room. He frisked her with his eyes, disdain all over them.
"You now Bleep with August or you still planning to?" he asked with disgust in his voice and eyes.
"What is that to you?"
"The Bleep is he going to give you that you ain't getting double from me?"
"Please, I don't know what you are talking about and stay off my stuff."
She moved closer to her, reaching for the computer. He held her by the shoulder and she stopped. Looking him deep in the eyes. The computer binged and a new message came in. They looked and it was August.

"I'm almost at your door." the message read.

"Oh, he's coming here too? To do what?" he asked still gripping her shoulders.
"Leave me alone," she whimpered and his hand dug deeper into her shoulder blades.
"To Bleep you, is that it?" he continued and shook her violently.
"Leave me, you are hurting me," she yelled and pushed him against the computer. He staggered back, nearly pushing the machine off the table. He went at her with anger and grabbed her by her upper arm.

"Stop," A voice called from the direction of the door. They turned to it and August stood there.
"Oh Matt, you shouldn't be caught beating a girl in her house. That's the making of a pussy and straight moronic," he said with a smile at the edge of his lips. Matt let go of Genevieve and stood facing him with mad anger in his eyes.
"Oh no, I can't fight you here man. Can't pay if I break things," August said, moving closer to them.
"You son of a bitch, you sweet talking my girl?" he snapped and moved closer to him. Genevieve sat on the bed with her face buried between her palms.

"You sweet talking my girl huh?" he repeated with a yell.
"No man, I ain't got nothing with your girl, she's there. Ask her," he replied, nodding towards her.
"Go on, Bleep her, she's a bitch after all, Bleep her son of a bitch."
He brushed past him and headed for the open door.
"Do not call a woman a bitch if your mom is nothing better," August muttered.
He stopped at the door and came at him with a blood curling yell. August turned to meet the punch at the side of his face. He staggered back and caught himself from falling on Genevieve. Matt threw another punch and he dodged to the right, catching him with his right knee on the stomach. He fell back on the floor with a whimper and immediately jumped to his feet clutching his tummy.

"I don't want to fight with you here Matt."
He didn't let him finish, he launched at him again with all miscalculations and swiped at the empty air while August sent him reeling back with a blow to the lungs. He grabbed a bottle of wine lying by the door and threw it at him. It landed on his face, knocking out his senses and icing it with a bloody cut on his forehead. Genevieve let out a shriek as the bottle landed on the wall and broke into smaller pieces. August held his bleeding bleeding head and the blood tricked down his face and hand. Matt jumped from the ground and went for the jugular.
He punched at evey single part his knuckles could hit in succession. He hit him on his belly, his lungs and his bleeding face. August caught himself and with the pain throbbing in his head, he grabbed him by his shirt, smearing it with blood. He went berserk and jammed his bleeding head on his nose. The sound of cracking bones in his nose was followed up by a heavy thud as both their heads met with August launching the attack.

He hit him severally with his head, ignoring the severe pain in his. He pushed him away and fell him with a blow that was backed with all the strength left in him. Matt fell on the ground and crawled out of the door. He banged it behind him and ran blindly into the street. August made to give chase.

"Please stop!" Genevieve begged with a teary voice. He stopped midway and turned towards her, remembering her presence.
"Stop fighting please," she whimpered again and he walked slowly to where she sat, aware of the banging pain in his head for the first time. He looked around at the mess in the room and heaved a sigh.
"I'm sorry," he muttered. "About your room."
"It's okay."
"I have to go. I don't like what happened."
"You can't leave with all that blood on you, I will fix you up," she said and got up from the bed.
"No, I'll do that at home."
"I insist," she said and made him sit on the bed. He took a look around the room as she fumbled through the first aid box. He thought it was too neat for a rascal like Genevieve.

"It's going to hurt," she whispered as she opened the bottle of methylated spirit.
"I hope you are good with this," he asked.
"Watch and find out."
She poured a little of the foaming liquid on the bleeding wound and gouged his reaction. He watched her face with a smile, holding his breath and trying not to yell out in pain. He hated looking weak.
"Hmm, you are strong," she whispered.
"Really?"
"Yes, you whooped his ass so easily and he is like 2 years older than you are."
"But I have more blood on me than he does."
She placed the sterile gauze over the cleaned would and pressed the plaster over it.

"The blood looks good on you," she said and smiled. "Come and clean up in the bathroom. You look like you flew out of a zombie movie."

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"Stop staring at me, you are making me nervous," August murmured as he played around with the wrapped box. Mary looked at him with fixed smile on her face.
"Open it," she muttered excitedly. He tugged at the pink ribbon and it gave way.
"Unwrap it," Mary ordered restlessly. He paused and looked up at her eyes.
"Chill already, it's your gift after all."
He removed the beautiful blue gift wrapper to reveal a white box. He held the box with his left hand and pulled off the top with his right. The box was empty. He looked up at her again with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Nice try, I hope you do realize that I wasn't born on April 1," he said. She smiled and moved closer to him on the bed.
"The gift I have for you was so big it couldn't fit into the box," she commented. He eyed her with the smile still at the corner of his mouth.
"Show me."

She held him by his shirt and dragged him closer to her. Her arms went round his neck and she placed her lips on his. He held her by the waist and closed up the gap between them.
"Hope your dad doesn't bust in on us," he whispered and bit her lips.
"No one is at home," she stated excitedly. He got up and lifted her off the bed and dropped her on her back. He kissed her deeply and effectively and she responded, wrapping her arms round his neck. She pulled at the zip of his shirt and he stopped her half way.

"Do you want to do this today?" he asked, looking her straight in her eyes and loving the way she looked back.
"You don't?" she asked.
"Not exactly, just that I wouldn't want to do something I would regret on my birthday."
"It's ok. I thought you would want a more elaborate birthday gift."
He smiled and moved to sit on the bed. She sat up and stared at him.
"You have this way of looking at me that really scares me," he commented, moving his hand through his hair.
"Everything scares you, even Love."
"I love you and it doesn't scare me, what scares me is losing you. I tend to lose everything I love and it's not funny."
"Yes, like that ice cream you got for Genevieve once?" she asked with a giggle.
"Get out of my bed. Must you remind me of that?"
"Yea. Just trying to confess."
She got up from the bed and adjusted her hair, looking down at him at the same time.
"So?" he asked, watching her plain out her ruffled dress.
"Well, I ate the ice cream."
He looked at her with disbelief in his eyes.
"It's been 3 years now and why are you even telling me?"
"You didn't lose it, I took it," she replied, sitting beside him on the bed. He thought of all those he loved that were no longer there, he realized he never really lost them.
"They were taken from me," he murmured. She watched the sorrow in his eyes and heard the bitterness in his voice.
"Let's go to the pool," she commanded, pulling him up by the arm. He obeyed and stood up.
"That ice cream," he started and she nodded. "it was for you not Genevieve. Stop teasing me with her, I feel nothing for her and you are just getting yourself jealous over bullshit."

Jeane stood staring at him for a long time without saying a word. She wouldn't let him talk too and that somehow freaked him out. He also loved the way she stared at him, he could have sworn she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. He tried talking and she hushed him with a wave of her hand. They had been standing and staring at each other for some minutes.

"Do you love me?" she eventually asked and he scoffed.
"Really, you are asking me that?"
"Yes and answer me please."
"Of course you know I do, I'll do anything for you, just ask."
"Good."
She let him hold her hand for a while and then snatched it. She thought it would seem like it was August holding it but it never worked.
"Is something bordering you?" he asked and she shook her head.
"You sure?"
"I am fine," she snapped.
"Don't you want me, Jeane?"
"Victor, just don't ask me and let me be."
She ran down the street, away from where she had called him out to meet her. He didn't run after her or try to. He felt he was too big to do that. A 19 year old boy running after a 14 year old girl. He was bigger than that.

"What was that?" Matt asked, snapping him away from his thoughts.
"It's Jeane. Don't know what her problem is," he replied, turning to look at him.
Matt stared at his elder brother for a while and shook his head.
"Told you already, let the bitch girl go, she probably catching feelings for that August guy."
"Well I'm gonna kill him if he is the one putting her through all this," he said and brushed pass Matt.
"Well please do, a lot of good that would do the all of us."

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August stared across the table at Mary and smiled, she returned his smile with a wide grin.
"Make a wish boy," Harry echoed.

He shut his eyes and opened them again. He wished for nothing. He never liked to wish for things to happen. If he wanted them to happen, he would just go ahead and make them happen.
He blew out the candle and everyone clapped. This was his family, they weren't strangers to him anymore unlike the first time he came.

"Happy birthday boy," harry said and the others followed him. Mary started the happy birthday song with her appealing voice and it was hard for others not to follow. Even Jeane sang along, she was only angry that it wasn't her who started it. She would often wonder how Mary kept doing the little things she never would think of to impress him.

She grabbed a plate of strawberry and dashed into his room. She had once seen Mary walk into his room with a plate of strawberry once and had come out with an empty plate. She knocked lightly on the door and walked in. He sat on the bed, watching her as she walked in.

"Hello," she called out and shut the door behind her.
"Jeane."
"Happy birthday," she said and dropped the plate on the bed. He looked at her and then at her offering. He never particularly like strawberry, he just loved its taste on Mary's lips.
"Thank you."
For a while they sat there not talking to each other. She took occasional glances at him as he fiddled with his phone.

"Are you happy?" she asked all of a sudden. He took a look at her and nodded.
"Yes, why do you ask?"
"I just care, I want you to be happy."
She rubbed her palms as she spoke uneasily. He picked a fruit from the plate and sucked it slowly.
"Jeane I am okay, you don't have to worry about me."

She thought of the things she could say to him to make him open up to her more than he was already doing. She wanted him to see what her feelings for him was doing to her but he seemed blind to it all.
"August? She called softly and he jerked his head up to look at her.
"I want to tell you something."
He felt he already knew what she wanted to say and was hoping he could avoid it.
"Tell me," he whispered, looking her straight in the eye. She kept her eyes on his for a while and took them off when his eyes pierced hers like a burning spear. She intertwined her fingers and thought of how to begin.

"It's really hard for me to say," she started and broke off when she thought she heard footsteps outside the room, they waited and no one came in. "Well, I'll just say it." August nodded in anticipation of what she was about to say.
"Well, August. The first day you came in here, into this family, I had loved you more than I could possibly tell you and I was hoping, actually praying that it was something mutual."
She said it and she couldn't go any farther than she had already gone. She raised her eyes, shooting her brown eyeballs through her bushy eyelashes at him. He stared back at her in return, his face blank of any emotion.

"I was just 7 Jeane."
"I know but I felt you then," she said, dropping her hands on his laps and trying not to cry.
"It would be very silly of you if you said you didn't notice that I have something with your cousin, Mary. I love her and we stay in the same house, It will be so bleeped up if we two were to start anything."
"I know August but I love you more than anyone could ever do, more than Mary will ever do," she professed frantically, tears rolling down her smooth face. He grabbed her hands on his laps and squeezed them lightly before pushing them off his body.
"Even if you do, it's of no use," he murmured and shifted further from her.

Mary walked into the room with a smile on her face. She gazed from Jeane to August.
"Am I disturbing?" she asked and August shook his head.
"Nice, wanted to know if that Park thing is still possible?" she asked.
"Yea, let's move," he replied and stood up from the bed.
"Jeane are you coming with us?" Mary asked her cousin and she shook her head.
"We will talk when I come back Jeane," August said and dragged Mary out of the room.

The walked across the field, hand in hand and with laughter in both their eyes and voice. He squeezed her hand from time to time and she would giggle at his actions. She had loved him from the very first time her father came back from the airport with him. August was one sober 7 year old kid and she did her best to work her way into his heart. Maria was not ready to give him up to anyone.

"Did you open my gift yet?" she asked him and he shook his head.
"What's inside it?" he asked, squeezing her hand for the umpteenth time.
"I can't tell you, It's a surprise."
"Well,I guess I'll have to wait till I get home."

He turned to face her all of a sudden, staring deeply into her blue eyes.
"You are beautiful Mary," he said, holding both her hands. "But I am afraid."
"What are you afraid of?" she asked, looking him straight in the eye, uncovering the fear behind his gaze.
"I love you and I am afraid something bad is going to happen, it always does and I won't know what to do if I ever wake one day to find you gone from me."
She hushed him midway with a tight hung and he clung to her.

"I am not going to leave you August, I will always be here."
He pulled away from her embrace and held her hand again.
"You remind me of my sister and I can't look at you each time without thinking of her. I loved her and she died. I loved my brothers and they all died. I loved Janet and now I am not even with her. And now, I love you Mary."
He stopped and drew her closer, he put his hand on her cheek and kissed her.
"I love you too and we will be fine," she muttered to him and he smiled. He wished that would be the case but within him, he felt something was going to happen, something so grave he may not live to make a mockery of it in the later future. He snapped out of thought to hear Mary seeking permission to go and meet a friend across the field.

"Don't waste time on it," he said. She nodded and skidded off towards the other part of the makeshift football field. He felt a light tap on his shoulder and turned slowly. His face met with that of Genevieve. She had a broad smile on her face that revealed her nice dentistry. He noticed immediately that she was on her usual mini skirt that often revealed a great deal of her meaty laps, ones that always made the guys look at her with all the lust in ones eyes.

"Hi August," she shouted excitedly with a bounce, her inflated breasts bouncing along.
"Genevieve, 'sup?"
"I'm okay, what are you doing here?" she asked. He turned in the direction Mary had ran to and wished she would come back faster.
"I'm here with Mary, gotta meet her over there," he replied, pointing across the field.
"Uh oh, must you go?" she asked with a screw to her face.
"Yea, maybe some other time."
She didn't wait for him to finish, she elevated herself with her toes and planted a kiss on his cheek, missing his lips by an inch. He moved back in surprise and scoffed.
"Happy birthday handsome," she whispered and ran off in the direction she had come from. He watched her sway her hips out of his presence and caught Matt's eyes on him. He shook his head and left in search of Mary.

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"He had a choice, a better choice and he chose death. You sure can't blame me."
He tapped on the glass table before him and puffed the smoke from the cigar into the air.
"So how close are you now from getting the territory to yourself?" The voice on the other side of the phone asked.
"Just a matter of time, I can assure you it will happen in your lifetime."
A chuckle came from the other end and he smiled.
"Good one son, grab everything for us."
"Sure Donald, I never stop halfway."

He dropped the call and eyed Stanley as he stood before him. The cigar went down to the ash tray and he leaned over the table.
"So? What were you saying?"
"I think Williams is ready to come into play, he has proven himself as the ruthless guy you would like him to be," Stanley explained.
"Good then. So you are assured that he knows everything about St Mathews and all the oppositions to tackle?"
"Mr Taylor is gone, Donatti too, there isn't much opposition left, if you ask me."
Jameson swayed his head from right to left and back.
"Good then, I will like a meeting with this Williams at a time of my own choosing. I need to access him myself." Stanley nodded. "And any other thing, just give me a call. You don't need to be showing up at my office," he said.
"Of course," Stanley said and walked out of the office.

Jameson fell back on his chair and lighted a fresh cigar. He could care less about St Mathews if not for the large oil deposit recently uncovered there. To him, there was no government. You are the government if you can get everyone to fall to you. Jean Trommels didn't believe that and Taylor too, they believed the power was with the people to do whatever they wanted with their resources.
"Stupid oafs," he cursed under his breath. "I gave them a chance to get rich beyond their imagination and what did they do, they slapped my extended hand."
He crushed the cigar in the tray and rubbed his palm.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *
He stared at the Glock in his hand and tightened his face. He released the magazine and inspected the bullets. He nodded and inserted it back.
"August."
He heard someone call him from outside. He hid the gun underneath his sheets and waited for the second call. His door slowly opened and Mary stood staring at him.
"Are you busy?" she asked, admiring the muscles that stood out on his body. He shook his head and smiled.
"Anything for me?" he asked. She walked in and sat on his laps.
"Your dad could come in you know."
She ignored him and placed her hand around his shoulder, bringing her face down to kiss him on the lips.
"Hmmm, strawberry," he murmured in between kisses.
"Want some?" she asked as he licked his lips. He nodded.
"But let me lick the ones in your mouth first."
She laughed and kissed him one more time.
"I'll go get the straw berries, June won't let them be."
He watched her walk out of the room. She reminded him of Maria, the little he could still remember about her. His past seem to be fading and each time he tried to keep a grasp at whatever debris he could, the more it seemed better that he forgot. He picked the gun again and admired it.
"Remember who you are," he murmured. "I am a Donatti."
Mary hopped into the room, clutching a plate of Strawberries. The gun went back under the sheets.

"Hey bro," August called and extended his hand. Garvey took it and shook his arm.
"What's up?" he asked.
"Nothing much bro."
Garvey adjusted and he sat beside him on the block. They both stared around the field for a while before a boy of their age started walking up to them.
"Guess where Matt is going," Garvey said and nodded towards the approaching boy.
"He's coming to warn me to keep off his girlfriend," August replied and Garvey smiled.
"That girl is so into you."
"Yea, but I don't even want her, if only the fool boy knows that."

Matt stopped before them and eyed August contemptuously, ignoring his companion.
"Sup matt?" August asked, looking up at him.
"I saw you sneaking around with Genevieve after school, what was that for?"
"Well, she just wanted to know what gift to get you for valentine, she thought I offered the best advice."
"Really?" he asked with a ton of disbelief in his eyes and voice.
"Yea, don't stress it bro, I told her to get you a pair of working senses cos obviously you lack it."
Garvey let out a snicker.
"Oh, really?" Matt Asked and moved closer, clenching his fists. August jumped from where he sat and stood looking him eyeball to eyeball. They could each feel the warm breath rushing out of each other's nose. August seemed calmer than he was.
"So what are you going to do about it?" he asked. Matt stared into his eyes longer than he could remember. Something about them feared him but still, he won't allow himself be cowed by the stranger. That was all August was to him. A stranger he needs to send back to his cave. He reluctantly moved back and watched watched August with hatred.
"I will show you," he muttered and turned to go.
"You think you are tough heh?" he called after him. He turned and faced him again. "You ain't seen nothing Matt," he finished with a scoff.

He sat back on the block and watched him as he left. He appreciated the feeling of loving someone and having her run after someone else who you will rather not identify with. Mary had him and her cousin Jeane wants him so much she was getting edgy towards Mary.
"Your birthday is tomorrow?" Garvey asked, disrupting his thoughts. He nodded, he had almost forgotten.
"And you will be?"
"14."
"So I can't buy you a toy car then?" he asked with a grin.
"No you can't. But you can get me more bullets for the gun you gave me."

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Update loading. I'm just trying to see if I can finish it, you guys shouldnt vex please

Nna I tire o

walexsy:
This is one story I'm very sure I've read on nairaland here and with the same characters...I've tried searching for the original version buh couldn't find it again,, would've posted the link here
And I've read a couple of your own stories as well and you are doing quite good yourself, wonder why u decided to plagiarise this one.
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Nigga I ain't plagiarizing anything. Every single letter you read here is mine, every word, every sentence, every idea. If I was plagiarizing it, I might have well finished it since, since I would just copy and edit and paste. Please stop using that plagiarism word. E dy vex me. You can see images of where I am writing them down.

walexsy:
See serious plagiarism... a pity av forgotten the original title n author

Pla what?.. . Iz like something is wrong with your brain. Do not annoy me o.

Galacious1:
This guy just keeps improving. Kudos @ Chipappii

Jeez. Thanks bro.

BlissfulJeff:
only u na bad guyz.weldone bro

Thanks bro

waluga:
mad man....nice one though....your story is now turning more educative...keep it up

Thanks bro

It will be very silly of anybody to think that I actually bleeped shape that night, including me because I actually wanted to, shaa I didn't. I wasn't that gullible.

So it seemed Willie and Shape are actually becoming an item. At a time, Willie spent more time in my lodge than he did at his school. With Chinaza gone, there was space in my room for them. In the end, I realized that trying to Bleep Shape was an idea dead on arrival. Like I said, I can share anything with Willie but not a pussy. And besides even among thieves, there is honor.

So I started realizing that Chinaza's excesses were just becoming excessive. Imagine she never allowed me to shook before going back to school and shape had no available explanation for that behavior. Even James was confused.

I even thought about the worst, maybe someone was spicing her up and she decide not to get it from me. Eh, noo, Naza has a clean sheet to the best of my knowledge. But then, I decided I needed to be very sure.

I dropped into her lodge that day like a sting operation. It was on a Saturday and everyone was home. I sneaked up to her room and sneaked inside. She just lay on her bed sleeping. I watched her in silence for sometime before I sat beside her on the bed. She was sleeping with her nightie on and her skin radiated all over the room.

She jerked when she saw my face like I was one of those things someone would see in an evil nightmare. She relaxed when she realized I wasn't a ghost and hugged me, rubbing her big belly against mine.
"You didn't tell me you were coming," she said and wiped her face.
"I was hoping to catch your new boyfriend."
"Didn't you see him outside?" she asked me.
"Who?"
"My new boyfriend."
"Yea, I saw one slowpoke outside, was he the one?"
She laughed and dropped her head and mass of sweet smelling hair on my shoulder. I held her and slowly lay on the bed while she laid her head on my chest.
"I only do upgrades, I can't jump from one slowpoke to another, its not okay for my health."
I only laughed because by the time I realized she was indirectly calling me an slowpoke, the topic was already cold.

"Chinaza," I called softly and she moaned a sexy answer.
"How much do you love me?" I asked after a brief pause.
"I am keeping your baby and you are still asking me that question."
"I just want to be sure."
"Well calculate it yourself," she replied.
"How?"
"Well, like this. You are broke, you lie, you cheat and you irritate me sometimes and I am still with you."
I smiled and pinched her ass. Normally she likes it but would rather not admit, she would often say it made her look slutty.

"So 80%?" I asked. She raised her head and dropped me a surprise kiss on my lips. The kiss was a deep one because she actually closed her eyes in the process.
"100% baby," she whispered and I felt like I was just starting to date her.
"So why are you keeping your body away from me?" I asked.
"I know you will bring that up."
"Well, so?"
"Well because I am tired of feeling like you love my body more than you love me."
"That's not true, I love you before any other thing."
"Well, try and prove it."
"How do I prove it?"
"Neche I am pregnant," she said and raised her head to look at me.
"I know."
What else could I possibly answer?
"Have you ever asked me how the baby is turning, if he is biting me or kicking me?"

Yea, that's true, I never asked, I didn't even know all those things mattered.

"Did you even ask how long I have carried it?"
My spiritual eyes bulged. I can't even say how many months old the pregnancy is.
"Do you remember that is something called Antenatal? Or ask me if I go to the hospital for check up?"
I was just moping and counting the number of lines on her ceiling fan.
"All you know is that sex is good for pregnant women, that is all you talk about."
She was speaking slowly but anyone that knew her could tell she was angry. I didn't even know what to say. Apparently there was more to pregnancy than just shooting it in there.

She got from my body and faced the wall. I dropped my hand on her waist and gently massaged her.
"Naza I'm really sorry, I didn't realize that all these things mattered."
"How will you know, all you know is yourself and what you want, just leave me and go."
She was serious.
I begged and begged and begged. A small something became a big something. She wouldn't talk to me and I too was getting angry. I got up and walked outside, making up my mind to leave from there. I was going to go if this girl hadn't walked up to me. She had that thing that makes me drool over them girls. I was just outside the gate and she was passing by, jingling her fine assets in a handless grey gown that the middle stuck to the parting of her fine ass like a g-string.

I needed something to cheer me up and I found one. Maybe she will take me to her lodge and make me happy. I called her and she wasn't the snubby type. She came and I told her the story of how I was lost and looking for a lodge I was standing at it's gate.
She pointed behind me and waited like she knew I also wanted to take her number. Well it was easy.

As I was typing the last digit of her mobile number. Someone snatched the phone from my hand, I turned with a loaded slap in my right hand only to meet Naza standing there. Well she deleted the number and dragged me back inside.

You don't want to know what happened in there but I enjoyed every bit of it.

We all should Bleep a pregnant woman once in a while.

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